Sunday, November 9, 2008


Sunday November 9 2008

What Would Jose Do, in wet, muddy, gray, soggy, dismal weather like this?

He would play, of course, with his half-brother Kazam.

They romped and played, reared, bit, bucked, kicked, nipped, spun, leaped, perfection in timing and balance, enough to make a World Champion cutting horse, or a Spanish Riding School Lipizzaner jealous.

Then they took a time-out for a water break.

Then they went back to romping.

Then they rested.

Though Jose couldn't interest him in playing, even my horse Stormy gamboled and bucked, twice leading the pack in a gallop down to the house from up-canyon.

Plenty of horse things to do on a gray day.

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